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[Noctis shouldn't like it either, especially because he's the one being hunted in this game of prey and predator. Ezio's eyes openly check out what he's wearing and that's not red color in his face because it's a chilly night.

His eyes dart to the rooftop of someone's house. Isn't that breaking and entering? But Ezio doesn't look like there's an ounce of patience left in him so rooftop is definitively the best option.]

Yeah...? Come catch me- [Noctis leans up to him briefly, letting their lips barely even brush, then he warps at the wall. But then continues to climb the rest of the way without any other assistance, wanting just a few seconds of advantage for this chase.]

[You say that like he gives a single fuck that it's technically someone's house. And he gives even less of one that they might somehow mind what they're about to do. Because you're entirely right, his patience is gone and right now it's the rooftop or the street and there's been some drunk guy watching them this entire time.

Those lips are fickle and teasing, leaving him licking his lips to take in as much of the taste left behind as he can, before Noctis is gone, warping from one place to another in a move that most would consider cheating.

Yet Ezio finds it amusing, mostly because it takes absolutely nothing for him to scale that same wall, running up it to grab onto the ledge and haul himself up. To surpass the lead Noctis had taken and be waiting for him at the top.]

Impressive.

[The drunkard can only be jealous of them. And use imagination for things to come.

Noctis is only a tad out of breath when he reaches the top and it's mostly due to excitement rushing through him. Of course Ezio would beat him to the top, he's way faster at scaling walls by hand than Noctis.

There isn't much where to run to on the roof but that was kind of the point- they just needed a place to hide from the street view.]

I've been practicing...

[That was exactly the point, although unfortunately, there were no longer any walls for him to back Noctis into.]

What else have you been practicing? [With each word he takes a step forward, that predatory gleam so apparent within normally honey brown eyes, darkened now with desire and edge of something else.

Possessiveness? Couldn't be.]

[Now that is a look Noctis didn't get from Ezio yet. It goes straight down his back, it makes his stomach make a somersault at least ten times, and he knows he has nowhere to go, not even wall to support him.

It's inviting him, to come closer and play with fire that Ezio currently is, taunted by the video that was sent to him earlier today. His eyes are, as always, like glued on Ezio's lips as he speaks, but they fly up to catch his gaze when he answers-]

...Mischief? [It's a cocky answer, he knows. But it's not that far from the truth.]

[If Ezio was fire then Noctis was the air feeding the flames, each breath sending them soaring higher until it felt as though they could reach the sky.

This attraction that he felt for Noctis was bone deep and jarring, unlike anything that he had ever felt before. There were so many things that made it different, but they paled in comparison to the desire that awoke within him.

None of them were enough to make him stop wanting Noctis.

In a single step, a single heartbeat he's invading the other's personal space, one hand going to the slender curve of hip created by the dress and coat, while the other cup a pale cheek, thumb ghosting along the heated flush still present.]

Do I need to punish you?

[The shivers have nothing to do with the night anymore, no more excuses and hiding, not when Ezio's hands are on him now. Knowing that this is him causing all of this, causing Noctis to step even closer, to lean into the touch with his eyes half-closed.

The gentle touch is a stark contrast to the words he speaks and Noctis bites the inside of his cheek to not say something ridiculous. Slowly, his fingers crawl up Ezio's chest, until they are gripping on the edges of the hood he's wearing, bringing his face even closer to him.]

If you think I deserve it...

[Teasing brush of lips, the mischief he likes to do and get a bruising kiss in return from him. It's never enough.]

[One moment those fingers are trailing up his chest and he can feel his heart beating so clearly within it and the next they're gripping the edges of his hood and tugging and he's completely certain it stops entirely. There's no other choice but to follow him down and he goes willingly with lips that are already swollen and red from each kiss that came before.

The breath that he releases is slow and wavering, countered by the way his hand slips down to the curve of ass, resting there for the briefest of moment's before pulling back and smacking opened palmed, light and teasing.]

Tell me if it becomes too much.

[The sting of the hit shouldn't feel so good; a polar opposite to the warm, soft breath against his face, falling from those tempting lips. And it makes Noctis gasp loudly, pressing even closer against Ezio instead of pulling away.

Ezio gets a somewhat shy nod, eyes darting around because, but a twitch of the lips holding a small smile- he didn't expect to like that as much as he did, which probably makes him a bit weird.]

I-I'm fine-

[Again. Six, he wants to feel that hand land another sharp hit- he just doesn't have enough breath to voice it.]

[Felicity liked it. And Ezio liked doing it.

He shouldn't. He absolutely should not. But there was something about watching as the pain lit up their eyes and transformed to pleasure within their bodies that made his own pleasure rise. The stinging of his palm as he landed each hit reminding him that he was the reason, the one currently in control.

Another slap, a little harder this time, followed by a soft rub, as if trying to sooth away the pain.]

You're taking it so well.

[Ezio is probably the only other person, aside from Ignis, that Noctis won't mind handing control over to. He trusts him, implicitly, which is why he doesn't have a problem with this -punishment-. Which is why he is enjoying it instead of it being a turn-off.

The new, harder hit was met with a half-cry, Noctis cutting himself off by biting down on his own lower lip, the sound turning into a groan. The praise is ringing in his ears, as if Ezio yelled it instead of saying it quietly, just for him to hear.]

For you... I can endure more. Anything...

[The sting of the hit is effectively rubbed away and the anticipation of the next one makes Noct's fingers curl into Ezio's robes.]

[Anything.

There's an offer contained within that one singular word that some dark, feral part of him wants to take, wants to prey upon. Wants to push the limit of it until it breaks and shatters, just to see how far it could possibly go.

The part of him that has his free hand tangling in soft, black strands and tugging so harshly there will be an ache left behind in the coming days. The part of him that uses that hold to angle Noctis' head to the side, baring his pale, perfect neck. The part of him that has his teeth sinking into the tender flesh with enough force to draw blood.

But then comes soft, soothing laps of his tongue, laving against the wound in silent apology, despite the pride that wells up from knowing how badly it will bruise.]

Ezio-

[That bite sure did draw out more than just blood- Noct's yelp and cry of the man's name into the darkness. And he's still not pulling back. But clinging onto Ezio's shoulders as if they are his lifeline; as if he will sink into some kind of abyss from where he won't be able to come back. He already can barely feel his legs when the tongue runs across the bruise, knees almost giving out on him.]

Ezio...

[He probably sounds desperate. But, yet again, it feels too good to care about it.]

[Nothing has ever sounded better or more sweet than his name falling from Noctis' lips, like a symphony playing within his ears that's meant only for him. It makes his ego and his cock swell impossibly more, makes heat explode outwards from the pit of his stomach.

He's there, hands moving to thighs in a split second reaction, giving no warning before he's lifting, urging them to part and wrap around his waist.]

Say my name like that again.

[A clear, distinct command instead of a request, accompanied by another slap, this one harder than before, without the rub to ease away the ache.]

[Noct's underwear has been uncomfortable for a long time now, it's just that his focus was more on what the man was doing to him than seeking some- any kind of release.

There isn't even a second of hesitation when hands prompt his legs up. They are off the ground and wrapped tightly around Ezio's waist, both of his hands holding onto the shoulders.]

Ezio... Ezio... Ezio-

[The slap made it come out in a higher pitch, but it didn't deter Noctis. He could say his name for a week if he asked him to do it.]

[It's possible that his favorite sound in the entire world is Noctis speaking his name, whether it's moaned in pleasure or said sleepily in the early morning light when he's reaching out for him.

Another slap, this time softer, followed by another, harder now. And another, somewhere between the two, leaving the skin beneath it red and slightly swollen, aching is the most delicious ways.]

Did you learn your lesson?

[Noctis can't remember what the lesson was- but he's learned it. And he wants to re-learn it, all over again, this way.

He nods, eyes a bit glassy and dazed and trying to focus on Ezio's face as he speaks. It's ringing in his head, his skin stinging from the hits it got, and his body is throbbing painfully for some kind of relief.

His legs tighten their grip around Ezio's waist, hips searching for any kind of friction.]

I did... I did- I promise, I did-!

[Honestly, neither can Ezio. Whatever his original excuse had been was gone from his mind now, lost forever in favor of the way Noctis was currently looking at him. The way those eyes turned to glass, the way those hips pressed against him and he could feel everything so perfectly.]

How should I reward you for being so good?

[It's spoken as he takes a step forward, the roof's surface thankfully flat and even, forming a path towards the little garden and the spot patches of grass it boasted. As if there was any other way this was going to end then with them fucking each other senseless in the dirt.]

[He doesn't know how to answer that. Fuck, he doesn't know what proper words and sentences are right now. Ezio's moving, probably looking for some kind of spot for them and Noctis tries to find the words to answer.]

Fuck... I want you to fuck me so hard that it makes me forget my own name...

[And to return a favor from earlier, Noct's teeth find their way into Ezio's neck, biting hard enough to properly bruise.

He's serious.

He doesn't want it to be nice, Ezio chased him down like a prey- and caught him.]

Have your way with me. I'm yours.

[Love wasn't always nice. Some times it was gritty and dark. Some times it left you gasping, needy and desperate. Some times it was two lost souls coming together for a single moment, trying to find a way to heal, a way to move on.

Some times it was had in the dirt, with a million pinpricks of light twinkling overhead and the moon keeping watch in the pitch blackness that came before dawn. On patches of soft grass surrounded by flowers just beginning to come into bloom.

The ground is dry, the early morning dew having yet to really set in and attempt to soak through their clothing. Noctis goes down first with a surprising sort of gentleness given the moment that had just occurred and Ezio follows along after. It's so easy to slip his hands up under the thick fall of coat and the loose skirts, to tug at underwear and pull them down over pale legs, tossing them in some random direction that will likely make them impossile to find later.

Even his assassin's robes were seemingly made for this, the pure white parting in the middle, pants coming undone with practiced movements to show he was bare underneath, already hard and proud and ready.]

[Noctis doesn't have the time to take in the surroundings. His attention has been completely occupied by the man towering over him and just his presence like this is making air catch in his throat. There's only a short gasp when Ezio removes his underwear, tugged off of him and tossed away.

It's when the man stops to unbuckle himself that Noct's hands finally move- not to Ezio, but his coat. It's almost suffocating him and-

-and there are still patches of skin left for biting. The dress is sleeveless and leaves his neck and collarbone open. And he shuffles his shoulders a bit to let the thick material slip off.]

How do you want me...?

[Noct's voice is quiet, but thick with lust, eyes glued on Ezio, as if this is the first time he sees him. It's never going to be enough. Never.]

[There are literally a dozen ways he could think of to take Noctis at that moment.

Both of them on their knees with the other before him, face pressed into the thick grass and panting his name. Him on his back with Noctis above him, riding him as if his life depended on it. Against the chimney stack nearby, bricks digging into skin and leaving both of them torn and bruised.

But that coat opens and there's so much revealed to him. Places where his lips hadn't yet touched, still pristine and without those lovely purple and red welts that marked Noctis as his own.

Lips brush over a bare shoulder, teeth tugging at the material of the dress before moving across it to nip at the protrusion of collar bone.]

On your back.

[This dress he doesn't care about- Ezio can rip it to shred for all he cares. His skin is so sensitive though, from being wrapped in warm clothes and now suddenly exposed to cold, only to be teased by mischevious lips. It's enough to drive a man crazy, that's for sure.

He moans softly, eyes drifting to watch Ezio move across his skin- his words paint a beautiful image in his mind and he has to hold himself back from thrusting his hips up and seek what was promised to him.

Instead, he shifts his legs apart, using one to wrap it around Ezio's lower waist, to pull him closer, making his dress fall back up completely.]

Please...

[He should.

He should just rip the dress from Noctis' body and toss it away for some unfortunate soul to later discover.

But he doesn't, because he would be lying if he said he didn't want to fuck Noctis while he was wearing it.

Giving into that tug is so easy, done without a second thought as he lowers himself into position, weight resting on bent forearms on either side of Noctis' head. Hips roll forward, slow and smooth, sighing in pleasure at the friction the movement creates.]

Please what?

[Noct's moan is loud, a sudden, beautiful bliss washing over him when their hips meet and his head tilts back, fingers digging into the dirt by his head.

He wants it- he wants what, Ezio asks and he should answer. He really wants to. And he scrambles his brain, trying to come up with something even remotely coherent.]

You... please, I want you, need you--

[His body craves for release that only Ezio can give him and can't, won't take anything else. And this time, he can't hold his hips down anymore and instead they push up, searching for that beautiful friction from just seconds ago.]

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